The dagger against his chest was originally meant for herself.
She never thought he would compromise.
He returned to the room smelling of alcohol, staggering as he walked, but the moment the door closed, he was sober.
He softly told her, "I'm not drunk, don't be afraid."
She tightened her grip on the dagger hidden in her wide sleeve.
He picked up the Yu Ruyi on the table and lifted her bridal veil.
She clearly remembered the look in his eyes at that moment, full of adolescent purity and goodness, seemingly unrelated to the rumored debauchery.
He wore a bright red wedding robe, his face exquisite as jade, with a hint of shyness and joy from the new marriage, leaning down to smile at her.
However, what greeted him was a cold dagger nearly piercing his chest.
"Don't touch me, or I'll kill you!"
"It's difficult to defy imperial orders, I never wanted to marry you."
